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"Let that drop," answered the other. "A quarter of an inch lower," said the girl, who was examining the wound, "and Butch would have kissed the world good-bye." Not till then did the full horror of the thing dawn on Bard.
To the other side, that bandage was like a red rag to a bull. They lunged against him, piled on top of him, and in every scrimmage they pressed heavily on that wounded knee. But, despite all their efforts, he played out the game, and we came out winners. After the excitement was over, the captain said to him: "'Great work, Butch, but why in thunder did you wear that bandage on your knee?
First was that player piano which Sally got shipped in and paid God-knows-how-much for; the second was this greenhorn I was tellin' you about." "Go on," said Nash, the little snarl coming back in his voice. "Tell me how the tenderfoot walked up and kicked Butch out of the place." "Somebody been tellin' you?" "No; I just been readin' the mind of Eldara." "It was a nice play, though.
It was about time for somebody to call old Butch's bluff." "Bluff?" cried Sally indignantly. "Bluff?" queried Bard, with a slight raising of the eyebrows. "Sure bluff. Butch wasn't any more dangerous than a cat with trimmed claws. But I guess you seen that?" He settled down easily in his chair just as Sally resumed her place opposite Bard.
McCabe extended a breezy invitation to Buck to join them, which he accepted promptly, drawing up an empty box to a space made for him between Slim and Butch Siegrist. With scarcely a glance at the group, Jessup selected a tattered magazine from a pile in one corner and sprawled out on his bunk, first lighting a small hand lamp and placing it on the floor beside him.
"Holding Butch point down and edge outwards, Valentine cut the strand of web that held his legs. It was so large, and drawn so tightly about him, that it sounded like somebody had broken a fiddle-string. In this way he cut his way through the web.
The boards of the shutter stirred, opened, so that the man within could look out. "Is it Steve, honest?" "Damn it, Butler, don't you know my voice? What's turned Eldara into a cemetery?" "Cemetery's right. 'Butch' Conklin and his gang are going to raid the place to-night." "Butch Conklin?" And Nash whistled long and low.
He thought of little things Turk Smollet wheeling boards through the main street of his town in the morning, a tall woman, beautifully gowned, who had once stayed overnight at his father's hotel, Butch Wheeler the lamp lighter of Winesburg hurrying through the streets on a summer evening and holding a torch in his hand, Helen White standing by a window in the Winesburg post office and putting a stamp on an envelope.
But they will all fail you they will all go wrong if you do not remember the color of the little girl's eyes. "The boy took Keen-Point, Cob-Handle, and Butch, and stowed them away in a wallet, in which his mother placed a supply of food. Then he set out on his journey, with a light heart. He was not afraid, for he knew that he loved the little girl well enough to remember the color of her eyes.
He was covered from head to foot with silver armor, and he brandished a long keen sword with a silver handle. But Valentine went straight forward, holding Butch in his hand. The long sword never touched him, nor did the silver armor stand in his way. With one blow against Butch the long sword was shattered, and the silver armor fell away from Rimrak like the hulls from a ripe hickory-nut.
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